Nimbus Summit Home sweet home, I like the new foundation.

when the blackwood witch chanced to cross paths with the young and reticent wayfarer, the girl seemed to be absorbed into some task. hunting, antha thought at first, but as she drew close enough for a greeting she realized the only scents woven with any strength into the landscape around them were wolf, at least for now. their sudden, sheer number in a previously abandoned place must have been intimidating to the local prey animals. it would be harder to track them down inside their own territory, at least for now. perhaps wayfarer was following a trail to a newly discovered nook, or looking for one of her packmates. or maybe she was truly hunting, albeit unsuccessfully.

wayfarer. mind if i join you? she smiled gently as she approached, moving to flank wayfarer in a gesture of companionship. perhaps i can keep you company until you find what you're looking for.